It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

"Start over?" Meng Po was stunned.

What about Song Tang? When she becomes a human again, will she repeat the same mistakes or start over?

Meng Po's expression finally relaxed a little. She talked with Dizang as they walked, and her voice gradually became lower and lower.

"You spent half of your immortal life and skills to finally figure out that there will be a disaster in the world. Is it worth it?"

"Go play." Dizang threw another small ball and said with a smile, "The Buddha said, it cannot be said, it cannot be said."

"Stingy, that's why I hate you big monks the most, you always speak half the words!"

"Hahaha, you see, Di Ting understands."

Di Ting nodded vigorously, jumping up and down on the ground like a dancing lion, as if it really understood.

Meng Po gnashed her teeth and said, "You are such a good monk. You said I was a dog, but I am not! You said I am worse than a dog! Tomorrow I will make a pot of Meng Po soup and put it in Di Ting's bowl."

"Woof——" Who are you calling a dog? Your whole family is a dog!

Di Ting lay prone with its front legs, making low threatening sounds from its mouth, and suddenly it kicked out with its hind legs and pounced forward.

Meng Po screamed and flew out on the spoon.

Di Ting immediately returned to his original form and chased after him on auspicious clouds.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva smiled as he watched the two creatures, one big and one small, fighting in the sky. He turned around and looked back the way they came.

"Amitabha, it is ineffable, ineffable!"

Since Song Tang had offended Meng Po, she naturally ran as far away as possible. During this trip, she also wanted to go to see Old Master Dong's relatives.

If Mr. and Mrs. Dong want to get a divorce, they really have to ask their family members. After all, the underworld does not have this service. They need their family members to agree before Song Tang writes a divorce letter and sends it to the underworld, and then waits for Lu Pan to make a judgment.

Based on the clues provided by Old Master Dong, Song Tang came to Dongjia Town.

Originally this was Dongjia Village, and every household was related. According to the family tree, they were all considered one family.

Later, as the number of people increased, this place became Dongjia Town, a famous porcelain town in Huaguo.

Old Master Dong was once the patriarch of Dongjia Town, and the current patriarch is Old Master Dong’s great-great-grandson.

Song Tang first found the grandson of Old Master Dong who was still alive.

"Sister, I'm eighteen years old~" The 108-year-old grandson clapped happily when he looked at Song Tang.

Song Tang: "..."

Forget it, it’s more reliable to look for the great-grandson.

He went back to find Old Master Dong’s great-great-grandson Dong Chengjun, who was sixty-four years old and the patriarch of Dongjia Town.

You look healthy and should be able to make the decision.

"You, are you the Ox-Head and Horse-Face? Is my time coming to an end?" Dong Chengjun covered his chest with his hands, feeling regretful.

If I had known this, I should have listened to my grandson and gone for a physical check-up at the beginning of the year.

Now he is gone without any explanation, and the saddest person is his wife.

What a sin! My son is also a good-for-nothing. I can’t count on him to take care of my wife.

Fortunately, his grandson is capable and refuses to stay in Dongjia Town to inherit the position of patriarch. I don’t know if his grandson’s mind will change after his death.

"Sir, can you allow me to say goodbye to my family?" Dong Chengjun looked pleading and regretful.

Song Tang then realized that the other party had misunderstood her. She had wanted to find a corner where no one was, so she specifically chose the Dong family ancestral hall.

It's not a festival now, and it's early in the morning, just getting light, so there must be no one in the ancestral hall.

Who knew that Dong Chengjun was not only in the ancestral hall, but also hid under the altar in a unique way. She was not paying attention and was caught red-handed by him.

"Ahem, you misunderstood. I am not a ghost messenger. I came here because your great-grandfather has something to ask of me."

Song Tang carefully explained the matter that Old Master Dong had entrusted to her.

Dong Chengjun was stunned for a long time after hearing this. After a while, he asked in disbelief, "You mean your great-grandfather and great-grandmother haven't been reincarnated yet, and you want to divorce?"

Dong Chengjun pinched his face, still in disbelief, and walked to the entrance of the ancestral hall and called out, "Is Sanwazi here?"

"Grandpa clan leader, I'm cleaning seriously and I'm definitely not being lazy!" Sanwazi subconsciously turned off a short video app and put his phone into his trouser pocket smoothly.

"You bastard, you must be slacking off again!" Dong Chengjun cursed angrily, then returned to the ancestral hall and closed the door.

After confirming it twice, he was indeed not dreaming, and Song Tang was still in the ancestral hall and had not disappeared.

Naturally, he believed what Song Tang said to some extent. After all, he saw Song Tang crawling out from the floor with his own eyes.

Dong Chengjun walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, unable to make up his mind for a moment.

I wanted to discuss this with my son, but then I remembered that he said he wanted to go to the snowy mountains to take pictures of the sunrise, but I guess he hasn't arrived yet. I have high blood pressure and can't stand being frightened.

After much thought, I could only find my grandson Dong Zibo, who just turned 20 this year.

Dong Zibo will be a senior in the second half of his year, majoring in directing.

When he received a call from his grandfather, he just said that there was something important and asked him to come back immediately. Thinking that his grandfather was not feeling well, Dong Zibo immediately asked for leave and ran back home.

With an unreliable father, Dong Zibo didn’t even dare to go to college, and naturally he couldn’t go to the Kyoto Film Academy that he had dreamed of.

Anxious Dong Zibo rushed home by car while calling his uncles and aunts.

When Dong Zi Bo arrived at the ancestral hall, a bunch of people from the family, young and old, came, even his great-grandfather who was no longer in his right mind.

The Dong family now has five generations living together. Excluding the twenty or so people who were not back from school and the dozen or so uncles and aunts who were working in other places, there were more than thirty people from the original family present today, and with the side branches who came to watch the fun, there were nearly a hundred people.

"Dad, are you okay?" Dong Juan looked at Dong Chengjun standing in the ancestral hall with a puzzled look on her face. "Zi Bo called me and said that something happened to you. I was so scared that I broke out in a sweat."

"Zi Bo asked us to come to the ancestral hall to see uncle. I thought something happened to uncle!"

"You came here even though my store wasn't closed yet, isn't that a good thing?"

"So what important matter do you want to discuss that suddenly called us all back?"

Dong Zibo: “…”

He was also dumbfounded, so he called his aunt and two uncles, but they passed the message one by one and finally called everyone back.

"Ahem, since you're all here, let me say a few words." Dong Chengjun glanced at Sanwazi and instructed, "I have something to discuss with you today. Each family in our clan should leave a representative, and the rest of you can go back. Those who didn't come don't have to come, it's not a big deal."

Sanwazi was a child adopted by the Dong family. He was originally abandoned outside the ancestral hall.

The Dong family members said that the child was most likely Dong’s child, so they adopted him.

Now the third child is registered under the name of Dong Chengjun's eldest nephew, who is only sixteen years old this year. Unfortunately, he is not good at studying and ranks last in the school every year.

Later, he simply stopped studying and would not go to school even if he was beaten to death. He stayed at home doing nothing every day. Then Dong Chengjun asked him to clean the ancestral hall, and when he was older, he was sent to the store to help.

Fortunately, Dong Chengjun was smart enough to understand what was going on at a glance. He immediately asked everyone else to leave with a smile, then came back and closed the door.

"There are many people in Dongjia Town. We have been one family for hundreds of years. We even share the same ancestral hall and family tree. Now there is an important matter that I need to discuss with you."

Dong Chengjun cleared his throat. Now that this matter involved his ancestors, more people were needed to witness it.

In the end, there were only a dozen people left. Except for Dong Zibo, who was only twenty years old, the other heads of the family were from his father's generation.

Everyone noticed that there was a stranger at the scene.